https://sarkic-cults.group/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Stories%2FBefore_My_Hunt 2026-07-23T04:07:58Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.8 https://sarkic-cults.group/index.php?title=Stories/Before_My_Hunt&diff=1107&oldid=prev 2026-05-25T19:11:20Z

<p>Added &#039;Before My Hunt&#039; by Sylveuzs!</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>== Before My Hunt | Sylveuzs ==<br /> ----I paced the sandstone walkways. Back and forth, back and forth. How many times have I done this now? I can’t recall a day where I wasn’t retracing the same steps I had taken for Ion knows how long. The sand and dust under my feet flowed out with each step in familiar patterns that I had seen thousands of times over.<br /> <br /> It had started to finally get stale. More so than the air and dust that flowed throughout the halls of this underground city. These old bones had at last gotten to a state where I could exit the Kiraak, and yet there was nothing worthwhile to do outside. Nothing besides the same few scuffles that resulted in pointless deaths.<br /> <br /> The pointless deaths did weigh on my mind, though. I wish I could have stopped them, I really do. My condition stopped me from fighting against those damned spiders that killed many of us. &#039;&#039;Too&#039;&#039; many of us. The skirmishes out towards the east against the Mekhanites weren’t as bad with the Serpents on our side, but people still &#039;&#039;died.&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> It gets to a point. I have done nothing but walk the same paths in the depths of the Kiraak and ponder to myself while my brothers in arms drop dead every day. I have wished for so long that my name was something that my fellow Nälkäns could find safely and solace in, and yet I sit here doing nothing. I find no worth in those occasional small battles, but perhaps…<br /> <br /> And that’s when it was announced. Those currently in the Kiraak were all gathered together in the main hall to be given a task. Something that was finally of interest after all this time. Our goal was to collect biomass for Vasa Koi, a hundred bodies to feed the rotting Kiraak to the south. Maybe, just maybe, it was finally time to pick the hunt back up…<br /> <br /> I went back to my quarters and dusted off my armor before finally putting it on for the first time in what felt like ages. Its weight washed over me like a wonderful warmth, and it still fit perfectly. I picked up the rest of my things; a pristine vasanorok that hadn’t seen service in as long as I have, my trusty corax, and my lükütaka. It was finally time to prove to myself that I was worthy of protecting my brethren, that my name was one to find true comfort in.<br /> <br /> They will all know my name. Friend or foe.<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;Hajoaminen Ritari&#039;&#039;.</div>

InvaderRed